ATMOSPHERIC – IT ALSO MEANS Resembling or representing the atmosphere; having or giving the effect of translucence: a painting suffused with a hazy, atmospheric glow.
THREES – the grills, sunlight and the trees beyond.
TV serials are very popular in our place and many are faithful followers of at least one or two serials which the feel they just cannot miss. We have so many languages and as many soaps. And when I listen to their stories, there is nothing really different in the story line. Unfortunately most of them thrive on showing all possible negative emotions. Maybe that makes everything more exciting !!
The other day my friend and I were talking about them and about people in general. Actually reel life drama is not really very different from real life drama. The ‘good’ stories are always happening around us. All of us have our own share of troubles and there are so many who face their problems with courage and they also inspire others.. Then all those dramas happening in the lives of people everywhere. So many lose control over their words and actions and make lives miserable for others. And life is never what it was. The whole world is a theatre and reel life dramas just dramatize the whole thing. We can dismiss them as just stories, as fiction. We cannot do the same with all that happens around us day in and day out. No wonder it is said that ‘ truth is stranger than fiction’.
How can we forget or ignore all those political dramas going on in the world of politics? They are really disgusting and the people involved in these dramas are least bothered about what the people of the country think of them. The saddest part is they are the people who are supposed to rule our country.
“Everything is changing. People are taking their comedians seriously and the politicians as a joke.” —Will Rogers
In the photo, the taller person is my father, during his college days, all dressed for a play.
VIOLET – this violet coloured balsam flower blooms during the rainy season by our hillsides.
“Flowers don’t worry about how the’re going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful.” ~Jim Carrey
TREASURE Sitting in our verandah, we can see trees all around us. The colour green is so pleasant and soothing. Sitting there, reading a book and looking out at the trees is a pleasure and a treasure:)
Trees are something to treasure. In so many places trees are being destroyed and concrete jungles are taking their place.
SELFIE — In the World of Books in the library at Sabarmati Ashram.
The British ruled India for a long, long time and the effects of their rule, good and bad, were felt all over the country. We got our freedom in 1947 . My father writes about what happened in his hometown in 1942.
“This was the day which changed the face of
India. The famous “Quit India” resolution
was passed by the Congress Party led by Mahatma
Gandhiji. Within 5 years, the British left India.
But, to us, residents of Hospet, this day
was a day of sorrow. The Municipal High School,
of which my father was the Headmaster had a
wonderful library It was at its South East corner.
Books of many languages were there. I was too
young to have read any book from that library.
On a night of August, 1942, we woke up in
the middle of the night and saw a big light
to our west. The sun had set a long time back.
My father too woke up. He suddenly started
walking towards the High School. As he came near,
he saw that there some fire coming out of the
school building. He called a few students and
men who were nearby. They were amazed to find
that their library was burning. Immediately,
police were informed. And soon, they came to
the school with a large number of policemen and
some residents of the town.
They found that the school library was
burning and that there was no way of
stopping it. Water was far away, as the school
well was on the other side of the school. As
hundreds of students arrived along with other
men, they formed a line from the well and
brought water to the fire. It took some time
to stop the fire. By that time, the
library room, its roof supported by wooden
beams and almirahs carrying books were all burnt.
When we woke up in the morning, we walked
towards the school. We found that the large school-
ground with its hockey, football and cricket
fields was littered with papers from the burnt
books. At many places, we could not see the ground.
I had never seen my father with such a face. He
was short of weeping. The picture of my school
ground covered with half-burnt paper can never
leave my mind.
We do not know what the persons who burnt the
books to be read by their children, gained from
their action. But, we students lost thousands of
books which were the main source of our knowledge.”
(photos from the internet)
FIGURE – Figure also means
form or shape, as determined by outlines or exterior surfaces: to be round, square, or cubical in figure.
In this photo there are different types of figures; of coconuts, of cashewnuts, of a lady ,of stones, of hammer.
Sometimes I think about what exactly does ‘ generosity ‘ means. I know it means that we are willing to help someone in need, either in kind or in cash. Listening to someone with interest is also being generous. How many people do really listen? Most of us want to tell our part of the story. If we have enough and more money it is very easy to give away some of it. Of course we should have the heart and the inclination to do so. The other day someone was saying that giving money was the easiest thing one could do. Everyone needs money and we have this feeling of being very generous. But, I believe that giving away something when we ourselves are in need of it is much, much more , it means a giving heart.
She works the whole day and she is the sole earning member of the family. Her husband is an alcoholic who works when he needs money for the arrack . She tells me that he gives her some money on those rare occasions when he is not drunk. Sometimes she hides the money and he does not know whether he had ever earned it or if he had poured it down the drain. She takes left over rice or any other leftovers home. And I have always seen her make two packets of the rice. One packet she gives to the sweepers who work by the road side. I see her do this most of the times and all these thoughts came to my mind when I saw her give away a packet of cooked rice to an old lady walking by, who was very happy to receive it. This was true generosity.